My Walden

A light shines bright beyond all the cities of gold

On a road of bird song and chocolate chunks

A busker's jump was innkeeper's welcoming call

The sound of mist

Smell of moss grown moors

Weaving my wings from many colored yarns

Flying higher, higher, higher into the wild

Weaving my world into a tapestry of life

It is fire, golden, in my Walden

I will taste the mana in every tree

Liquid honey and wine from the distant hills

An early morning green booth concerto

Greets my Walden with its eternal voice

Weaving my wings from many colored yarns

Flying higher, higher, higher into the wild

Weaving my world into tapestry of life

It is fire, golden, in my Walden

Weaving my wings from many colored yarns

Flying higher, higher, higher into the wild

Weaving my world into a tapestry of life

It is fire, golden, in my Walden

Weaving my wings from many colored yarns

Flying higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, higher

I do not wish to evade the world

Yet I will forever build my own

Forever my own

Forever my home